Ticking, time.

Hello World.

She lets the music fill the house as she stands up from the sofa. The music is spreading to every corner of the house and every fibre within his being as well as hers. She starts to sway around the room, he watches closely.
Her eyes are closed and her arms have finally reached the air, the hips sway within time of the music and he still watches closely. Turning away from him, her back towards him she continues to sway. There's something common about the way she moves, he thinks of the times he has been to night clubs and with the music blaring, the lights flashing and the bodies grinding to one sweating mush. Tonight however it's as if the music has slowed down and is slowly fading into the background. The lights are no longer flashing, they have been staged, just a spot light, a spot light just on her.
She turns her head and faces him, with her eyes open she motions for him to join her. Here they are both dancing around the sofa, not to the music but to the light mood that has filled the air. Each twirl has been made of happiness, each arm in the air, each shake of the hip has been made of a new found friendship. 
Or? He has started to think of something else as he stops to stare at her dancing. Smiling and realising this is some new feeling he has succumb to. Could this actually be love?


Rose. 

I have this place in my mind, that I like to escape too and lately a man has joined me. It might be my way saying I have been single for too long and I have finally succumb to loneliness. But either way, he is a welcomed company in my head.